Jenni is running away from her problems at the university, driving into the night. Exhausted, she stops at an old, isolated motel.
She is not prepared for what she meets there!
50¢ Flash v2: Portland
The opening paragraphs of both Solitaire and Waiting for a Latte stand out like a painting in my mind. The description of the winter and the rains that Portland is known for are but two little things Jaan Seunnasepp uses to accurately and artistically capture the feel of the city. He uses this language throughout this collection to weave together a blanket that you can wrap yourself in.
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Waiting for a Latte is the perfect fare for someone hungry to eat at the buffet of witty cynicism. Goodie Two-Shoes is a quick, delicious appetizer that will leave you hungry for the entrée. It is a the prefect blend of dark humor and serious story telling.
– editor Alex Stevens
“Jenni Plochka?” the worn woman in a pink bathrobe read the card in a harsh, tobacco and booze voice. The blue “Vacancy” flashed through her cigarette smoke. She frowned suspiciously. “Don’t get many BMWs here.”
“Just wanna crash. Gotta bed?”
“OK. But we paintin’ and wirin’, so th’only room is an old one at the end.”
It was a real effort. The Pages program did not seem to want to do things correctly so I wound up editing xhtml and other data files by hand. About four days of work. 😦
The big drag now is that no one can give me any idea as to how long we have to wait for iBookstore Quality Assurance approval. Some blogs are saying 30 days or more!
Here is the link to the Lulu account where people can buy a PDF version. That is readable on almost all systems.
Click the cover image to go there.
BUY via Lulu.com 50¢ Flash – v1: Twist
—- from the intro by editor Alex Stevens
This first volume of 50 Cent Flash Fiction will bring you into the fun, interesting, and intriguingly bizarre world of Jaan Seunnasepp. Jaan has a unique, dark sense of humor is playful with his writing, which makes for fun reading – you can’t help but smile or laugh out loud.
Jaan makes your feel as if you’re right there alongside his characters. Add his sense of drama, and you’ve got yourself a solid bit of writing. The theme for this volume is Twist. Each piece should give you a little something you don’t quite expect, and keep your literary taste buds craving more. There is humor, fear, excitement, and rage — a whole gamut of emotions.
ISBN: 9780985710101
Cover for Anthology #1
WE are close to publishing!
Well – we have a new plan of action – publish a volume of 3 stories on iBooks for 99¢.
1- The Room
2- Pool Hall Scene
3- The Bottle of Tokaj
Plus Katrin’s great illustrations, and photos from Malcolm Manness.
Here is at Katrin’s amazing cover (draft)
(Urban Fantasy — 912 words)
Rich-kid Jenni Plochka checks into a cheap motel on the run from her latest diva-tragedy. She is running from her demons, but can she hide?
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“Jenni Plochka?” Dressed in a faded, pink bathrobe, the worn woman read from the card in her booze-and-tobacco harshened voice. The blue neon “Vacancy” flashed through her cigarette smoke. …
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The Room is included in Anthology #1
This story is my first entry into Tin House’s Plotto Contest.
(Urban Fantasy — 499 words)
Martin Pechowski looked around the dim, underground soup kitchen, with its sad, assorted cast of castoff street characters, sitting at the round, dark formica-topped tables. He hoisted loose fitting pants, took his plate to the bus tray. He smiled faintly at the pretty young volunteer, took the chocolate brownie she offered as he headed up the stairs.
In the entryway, several boxes were being tossed onto a long table. First dibs, he thought.
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(Urban Fantasy – 854 words)
Michael looked up as a tall, slender figure entered the smoky poolroom. He was wearing a fedora and an elegant black coat, and Michael was sure he’d seen him before, but he couldn’t remember when.
Down on his luck these last few nights, Michael had lost easy games. He fidgeted unhappily, and finished his drink. His collar chafed his neck in the oppressive summer heat. “It must be real late,” he thought, as the place was all but deserted. It was one of those nights when it seemed as though he had been in this game hall for eternity.
In a smooth voice, the stranger asked: “Care for a game?” . . .
50 Cents Flash Fiction 